Sebastian slowed the car after they had traveled seventy miles into the countryside. It was hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of “Alcide. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Even her debt to him was a triviality now. ’ There was a pause.
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